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A BRIDGE AFAR
Jan. 5th, 2006 02:40 pmJust realized that there's a quick-and-easy photoblogging capability within Flickr. (After having passed over the "Blog This" command for months.) So this here LJ will be getting a mite more colorful, I thinks.
At any rate, I'll test the capability by posting this photo of a covered bridge and stream I took in September. It's somewhere in south Michigan -- my cousin Donna took my mother and me there while on a convoluted, back-roads journey from Sheridan to Grand Rapids to visit Aunt Verba. Compositionally, I kinda like this one.
Why "Looly Huheet?" As with most such things, there's a story: In the summer of 1990, several friends from college and I were working at a linen factory in Wildwood Crest, N.J., which handled the commercial laundry from area hotels, restaurants, hospitals and such. The scheduling was done in longhand by a couple foremen for whom penmanship apparently was never a priority, and sometimes the employee names would travel a bit far from the original spelling. I watched mine travel a bit farther each week -- David Wheeeeer, David Wickard, etc. -- and bemusedly decided to, as an experiment, say nothing and see how far it went. Finally, one week I didn't appear on the schedule at all -- but a mysterious "Looly Huheet" had apparently been hired.
At least it was right on the checks. And "Looly Huheet" became an occasional nickname for those in the know.
But we shall never speak of such things again.
Sounds & Images: "Debaser" (The Pixies)
At any rate, I'll test the capability by posting this photo of a covered bridge and stream I took in September. It's somewhere in south Michigan -- my cousin Donna took my mother and me there while on a convoluted, back-roads journey from Sheridan to Grand Rapids to visit Aunt Verba. Compositionally, I kinda like this one.
Why "Looly Huheet?" As with most such things, there's a story: In the summer of 1990, several friends from college and I were working at a linen factory in Wildwood Crest, N.J., which handled the commercial laundry from area hotels, restaurants, hospitals and such. The scheduling was done in longhand by a couple foremen for whom penmanship apparently was never a priority, and sometimes the employee names would travel a bit far from the original spelling. I watched mine travel a bit farther each week -- David Wheeeeer, David Wickard, etc. -- and bemusedly decided to, as an experiment, say nothing and see how far it went. Finally, one week I didn't appear on the schedule at all -- but a mysterious "Looly Huheet" had apparently been hired.
At least it was right on the checks. And "Looly Huheet" became an occasional nickname for those in the know.
But we shall never speak of such things again.
Sounds & Images: "Debaser" (The Pixies)
